Books On Split Personality Novels & Stories

Leah stopped speaking for a while, then gently said, "But it turns out, I was just deluding myself. I've never been okay." Colin spoke calmly, "You're fine, don't overthink it." "Don't lie to me, Colin Darling...Do I have a split personality?" Colin remained silent for a moment. Then he said, "Yes." "You silly, why couldn't you lie to me at a time like this? Say something like I'm just imagining things or overthinking..." Leah grumbled. Well, what to do? Especially when she loved him so much, quirks and all. Colin lowered his head and embraced her waist, reassuring her, "It's okay, it'll get better. I consulted with the doctor, and it's not a serious condition."

“After my mother died, my brother started developing more than one ‘identity’ or ‘personality,’ as the doctors call it. He started splitting his memories in two, and from time to time, he acts in certain ways, just like what you saw tonight... That personality right there is named Danry. He acts and talks just like my brother when he was ten years old. That was before he had seen how my mother died and discovered the real reason why she had taken her life away...” He continued, “the other person that resides inside of him is Danterion. He is my brother’s more dominant identity, if you may call it that. Although that personality is haughty and cruel, he is not the type who attacks women or an

Swara’s side:- Swara was sitting at one corner of the room and weeping silently. (Flashback:- She gained her consciousness and went shocked after seeing Sebastian there. “Sebastian what are you doing here, and why you brought me here?” She asked on which the person who was a look-alike of Sebastian, and faking as a Phoenix said, “I’m not Sebastian; I’m his other personality Phoenix.” Swara becomes shocked after hearing this; she had studied about split personality a little, as she was having one subject of Psychology in her graduation. “What?” Swara said while stepping back. She heard that the person who is having this disorder is dangerous. She never thought, in her wildest dream, that the

he said. Laura’s face changed to look like he had read her mind, her lower lip quivered and it looked as if she was about to cry. “I know it’s difficult to believe but it is true,” Vanadine said. “But you’re different too,” Laura complained. “The way you talk is normal now. What’s going on with that?” “I was fractured before. My personality split but Carine’s helped me become whole again. I love her and she loves me and it’s that love that’s united the two halves of me. I’m thinking more clearly now and not the danger I once thought I was.”

Isreal hit the door and invited himself inside my room. "Martin’s tucked in, chained in the basement." He announced before flying all over me like a mosquito. I threw another book on the ground and went to the shelf to see any more important ones were left. "What are you looking for?" "Something that would tell me what's wrong with Martin." I snapped, plucking out a book written by a wolf in the fifteenth century. "He has two personalities, that's the story. He needs a therapist." Isreal replied, taking it as a joke. "You know, childhood trauma and all that stuff-"

He nervously closed the file, not knowing if he should let Samson see it or not. It was a diagnosis report. Dissociative Identity Disorder, otherwise known as split personality disorder. It was a kind of mental disorder. It was often confused with dyskinesia, which was named as Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) in the earlier version of DSM, and later renamed as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). Split personalities meant that there was more than one personality (if there were only two personalities, it was called “dual personalities”), which was like having several souls living in one body.

“ When did you find out you had a split personality?” “ two months after my Mum died and I got it from her because she also had it, mine was triggered when she died and it was like a shield protecting me from myself. I went for therapy and was able to fuse all of my personalities together and since then I closed my heart to people. I didn’t want to get close to anyone and I just wanted to be in my own space, that made me turn out to be cruel and heartless until Pam came into the picture. It has been like that until this time until you and Bryan brought your drama into my life not to forget the creepy EQ” she answered, her voice was sounding distant and zeke knew she was hurt and it meant she

I was bare underneath and without the witch to teleport me, walking through the den would be a major embarrassment since she had left me with no good buttons. “Sis Landa, please listen to me.” “I rescued you. But you listened to the words of that shrew, didn’t you?” I knew who she was talking about. But when the witch fainted, Sis Landa had woken up in the same body. Except one of them had magic. I suspected Milanda had a split personality disorder. A person with a split personality or multiple identity wouldn’t admit to being that. Milanda, as far as I was concerned, seemed fine psychologically. Unless she was such a talented actress that she could fool me easily.

And it seemed like it was really working. Elara’s mind, trained in survival, began to dissect the horror, she remembered all the bad things he has done and the good things he’s been currently doing. She wondered if he’s suffering from split personality. The clinical term rose from the depths of human psychology she’d read about in discarded magazines. A fractured psyche creating separate selves to bear unbearable trauma or conflict. It explained the stark partitions in his behavior, the amnesia between states, the genuine emotion in each role. The realization was a new kind of prison. If he was fractured, then the kindness wasn’t a lie…it was a genuine expression of a fragmented self. The cr

Patrick said with more conviction than he felt. Clare let out a shaky laugh that dissolved into a sob. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, like I’m becoming a split personality or something.” “What do you mean?” “It’s like I’m two people. One of them hopes the bastard never comes back, but the other is afraid that he’ll never come back. I can’t decide which possibility is worse.”